Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.